Dennis has been talking with the homeless in his city since 2010. Even if you don’t buy his books, you won’t regret following his blog!
21 May 2014
I was on the bus, coming home from the gym, engrossed in a book. I looked ahead, in the seat in front of me was a hat I recognized, and a leather jacket. I’d seen them at noon today. I put my hand on the man’s shoulder and said, “Hi, Shakes.”
“Hi, Dennis. I’m going to Little Jake’s place. He said I could stay there as long as I wanted. He even said, ‘You don’t have to pay me anything.’ I said to him, pardon my language, ‘No fuckin’ way, Jake. I’ve always paid my way. That’s the way I was brought up — old school.’ It’s only right.”
“I agree, Shakes. Keep everything fair.”
“I got a couple of places I can stay. You know Blaine, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I know him.”
“He said I could stay at his place anytime I want.
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